Day of t3h awesomeness.
Holy CRAP what an awesome day.
Today started out with getting up late in the morning and putzing around for a bit. I had plans with cheddar2000 to go get some tea at my favorite place ever, Tao of Tea. He'd told me previously to call him in the morning (which I assume means "Musician's Morning", otherwise known as about noonish) so I did, and couldn't get a hold of him. Since things are a bit up in the air at this point, because neither one of us were sure whether or not we'd for sure have the time then, Joe oakthorne and I decide to just hit Big Daddy's instead. I called Mike again right before taking off, and lo, he picked up this time and we set up times and such. Apparently, like usual, Qwest needs to be stabbed in the face.
Joe and I jump on public transit (Woo!) to Big Daddy's in SE Portland to enjoy some sweet, sweet barbequey goodness. We sit down, eat our meal, and are just generally hanging out, looking for Mike, who doesn't seem to be able to be found anywhere. We decide it's time to leave when Garth Brooks starts playing over the restaurant stereo system. That's the point where we're walking out and Mike's about to walk in. Yay! Happy fun times!
We go onward towards our Tao of Tea plans, only to discover that Tao of Tea isn't even open on Tuesdays. Weak. Instead, we end up at Fresh Pot, right off of the Hawthorne branch of Powell's. I was going to get something Tea-y or Cocoa-y, but then they said they only took cash or check (of course, I had a card), so I refrained. Mike and I hang out there for a bit, then hunt down Joe in Powells, which, shocker of shocker, we found him in the gaming section. Just about that time, the manager guy of that branch starts geeking with Joe something fierce. I tried my best to try to include Mike on the conversation, and make him not feel too uncomfortable, but I think I may have failed. Oh well, right? :-P We casually sauntered back through the Metaphysical section, and then made our departure.
After that, it was on to Moonshadow, where I spent upwards of $100 on a new sword, new mortar and pestle, and new chalice. There was much rejoicing, especially from myself.
We ended up at Mike's place, which, I'm honestly not quite sure how that happened. I mean, I didn't object or anything, and we didn't really have a destination, or a time schedule, so when we got there, I was pretty content. Us guys hung out for a bit, also hung out with his roommate Don and their friend Otto, whom are both quite rad people. Joe hung out for a bit, but then decided he wanted to head home, also, swing by Powell's (the downtown location) to pick up a new gaming book, so I we left him to it.
It was right about that time that Joshvwcub knocked on the door for his bass lesson. I knew Mike had a lesson today, so that wasn't a shocker or anything. I was going to hang out with Don and Otto some more while they were having their bass time, but then Don and Otto took off for Music Millenium, so I just sat back and played some tennis on PSU until Don and Otto got back, which was alright. I chose the best player and paired myself against the worst comp. All triggers on the controller seemed to do the same thing, and it seemed that control over the ball's direction after hitting it only worked sometimes. I think I'd just gotten it figured out by the time they got back. We hung out a little and chatted, which was quite nice indeed. I ended up giving Don an extended Shoulder/backrub while we were hanging out. Otto and I talked astrology a bit, which is always nice.
Josh and Mike then got done with their lesson, and the matter of food was at hand. Another person showed up (Rachel, I think), and once food destination was decided, we all headed out to Pizzacato. We were generally loud and much fun was hadinated. Came back to Mike's place and geeked out on the computer, listening to music and other silly shit. After a while, Josh had to take off, which was sad, so we said goodbyes and such. After that, Mike and I just hung out in the same place, listening to music and just generally talking and enjoying eachother's company. Every once in a while, Otto would pop his head in through the doorway and sing along with whatever great music was playing, especially Ween, which was really cool. It's nice to be around such goofballs and have that behavior be the norm.
Then I looked at the time and it was MUCH later than I thought it was. I hung out for a short while longer, then went on my merry way home carrying my sword (which, luckily, was stowed away in a thin cardboard box), my mortar and pestle, my chalice, and mah book. I think I got a few weird looks from people on the street as to me carrying a big box, but oh well. Got on the MAX and thought that would be the end of my night...
...and then I got accosted by a cat-piss man.
"How's it going?" he said. Innocent enough. Scraggley lookin' guy, greasy hair, needed to brush his teeth, I figured homeless.
"It's going pretty well," I replied "How about yourself?"
"Oh, I just got off of work and am headed home to play some World of Warcraft," He informed me.
Now, here's where I made my mistake. I replied telling him that I casually, sometimes played the game. That's all it took. After that, all that was coming out of his mouth was stuff about WoW. What level characters he had, what skills they had, what guild he was in, what server he was on, who he'd PVPed, where he'd done solo adventuring, and tactics for using a rogue that were not dishonorable, like stabbing people in the back. He talked to me, non-stop from right before Washington Park to Beaverton TC. I started making motions to get off the MAX, and he just followed me out, talking to me all the while about his skills in poisons. Thank the GODS for George ellorgaest. I bumped into him, at the MAX station, at 12:45 at night. I walked with George, trying to start up a conversation a couple of times with him, but I kept on getting interupted by cat-piss man. Finally, we got to a stop-light, and there was a brief pause in his line of never-ending words. I turned to George and started asking him about his day and the like. When the light turned green, the guy actually walked on and told us to have a good night, as George and I hestitated at the cross-walk to put some distance between us and cat-piss man. I tell you man, never again will I cop to playing that game in a public setting, lest I attract more men of the pissy-cat nature. Shiiit.
Got home, found out that our account was a little overdrawn from the day's schtuff, so I went to the Fred Meyer WaMu ATM at 1am to deposit a Joe paycheck and an A.J. tax refund. Stopped by the shell station, got some cokes and candies, and finally got home for good.
Today was a damned fine day, aside from y'know, all that human embodiment of feline urine. It was really nice to see Mike again at a time where he wasn't trying to run around at a gig trying to get everything taken care of. It nice to see Don again, and it was pretty damned cool to meet Josh and Otto. I need to have more days like this, I was just a bit sad I had to leave as soon as I did. But hell, I know how I can be when it comes to hanging out, which is to say I can pretty much do it until someone tells me to fucking go home. I also got to share my love of Stephen Lynch with these fine gentlemen, which is always a double-plus bonus. I really think I should manifest more days like this for the future. :-)
Today started out with getting up late in the morning and putzing around for a bit. I had plans with cheddar2000 to go get some tea at my favorite place ever, Tao of Tea. He'd told me previously to call him in the morning (which I assume means "Musician's Morning", otherwise known as about noonish) so I did, and couldn't get a hold of him. Since things are a bit up in the air at this point, because neither one of us were sure whether or not we'd for sure have the time then, Joe oakthorne and I decide to just hit Big Daddy's instead. I called Mike again right before taking off, and lo, he picked up this time and we set up times and such. Apparently, like usual, Qwest needs to be stabbed in the face.
Joe and I jump on public transit (Woo!) to Big Daddy's in SE Portland to enjoy some sweet, sweet barbequey goodness. We sit down, eat our meal, and are just generally hanging out, looking for Mike, who doesn't seem to be able to be found anywhere. We decide it's time to leave when Garth Brooks starts playing over the restaurant stereo system. That's the point where we're walking out and Mike's about to walk in. Yay! Happy fun times!
We go onward towards our Tao of Tea plans, only to discover that Tao of Tea isn't even open on Tuesdays. Weak. Instead, we end up at Fresh Pot, right off of the Hawthorne branch of Powell's. I was going to get something Tea-y or Cocoa-y, but then they said they only took cash or check (of course, I had a card), so I refrained. Mike and I hang out there for a bit, then hunt down Joe in Powells, which, shocker of shocker, we found him in the gaming section. Just about that time, the manager guy of that branch starts geeking with Joe something fierce. I tried my best to try to include Mike on the conversation, and make him not feel too uncomfortable, but I think I may have failed. Oh well, right? :-P We casually sauntered back through the Metaphysical section, and then made our departure.
After that, it was on to Moonshadow, where I spent upwards of $100 on a new sword, new mortar and pestle, and new chalice. There was much rejoicing, especially from myself.
We ended up at Mike's place, which, I'm honestly not quite sure how that happened. I mean, I didn't object or anything, and we didn't really have a destination, or a time schedule, so when we got there, I was pretty content. Us guys hung out for a bit, also hung out with his roommate Don and their friend Otto, whom are both quite rad people. Joe hung out for a bit, but then decided he wanted to head home, also, swing by Powell's (the downtown location) to pick up a new gaming book, so I we left him to it.
It was right about that time that Joshvwcub knocked on the door for his bass lesson. I knew Mike had a lesson today, so that wasn't a shocker or anything. I was going to hang out with Don and Otto some more while they were having their bass time, but then Don and Otto took off for Music Millenium, so I just sat back and played some tennis on PSU until Don and Otto got back, which was alright. I chose the best player and paired myself against the worst comp. All triggers on the controller seemed to do the same thing, and it seemed that control over the ball's direction after hitting it only worked sometimes. I think I'd just gotten it figured out by the time they got back. We hung out a little and chatted, which was quite nice indeed. I ended up giving Don an extended Shoulder/backrub while we were hanging out. Otto and I talked astrology a bit, which is always nice.
Josh and Mike then got done with their lesson, and the matter of food was at hand. Another person showed up (Rachel, I think), and once food destination was decided, we all headed out to Pizzacato. We were generally loud and much fun was hadinated. Came back to Mike's place and geeked out on the computer, listening to music and other silly shit. After a while, Josh had to take off, which was sad, so we said goodbyes and such. After that, Mike and I just hung out in the same place, listening to music and just generally talking and enjoying eachother's company. Every once in a while, Otto would pop his head in through the doorway and sing along with whatever great music was playing, especially Ween, which was really cool. It's nice to be around such goofballs and have that behavior be the norm.
Then I looked at the time and it was MUCH later than I thought it was. I hung out for a short while longer, then went on my merry way home carrying my sword (which, luckily, was stowed away in a thin cardboard box), my mortar and pestle, my chalice, and mah book. I think I got a few weird looks from people on the street as to me carrying a big box, but oh well. Got on the MAX and thought that would be the end of my night...
...and then I got accosted by a cat-piss man.
"How's it going?" he said. Innocent enough. Scraggley lookin' guy, greasy hair, needed to brush his teeth, I figured homeless.
"It's going pretty well," I replied "How about yourself?"
"Oh, I just got off of work and am headed home to play some World of Warcraft," He informed me.
Now, here's where I made my mistake. I replied telling him that I casually, sometimes played the game. That's all it took. After that, all that was coming out of his mouth was stuff about WoW. What level characters he had, what skills they had, what guild he was in, what server he was on, who he'd PVPed, where he'd done solo adventuring, and tactics for using a rogue that were not dishonorable, like stabbing people in the back. He talked to me, non-stop from right before Washington Park to Beaverton TC. I started making motions to get off the MAX, and he just followed me out, talking to me all the while about his skills in poisons. Thank the GODS for George ellorgaest. I bumped into him, at the MAX station, at 12:45 at night. I walked with George, trying to start up a conversation a couple of times with him, but I kept on getting interupted by cat-piss man. Finally, we got to a stop-light, and there was a brief pause in his line of never-ending words. I turned to George and started asking him about his day and the like. When the light turned green, the guy actually walked on and told us to have a good night, as George and I hestitated at the cross-walk to put some distance between us and cat-piss man. I tell you man, never again will I cop to playing that game in a public setting, lest I attract more men of the pissy-cat nature. Shiiit.
Got home, found out that our account was a little overdrawn from the day's schtuff, so I went to the Fred Meyer WaMu ATM at 1am to deposit a Joe paycheck and an A.J. tax refund. Stopped by the shell station, got some cokes and candies, and finally got home for good.
Today was a damned fine day, aside from y'know, all that human embodiment of feline urine. It was really nice to see Mike again at a time where he wasn't trying to run around at a gig trying to get everything taken care of. It nice to see Don again, and it was pretty damned cool to meet Josh and Otto. I need to have more days like this, I was just a bit sad I had to leave as soon as I did. But hell, I know how I can be when it comes to hanging out, which is to say I can pretty much do it until someone tells me to fucking go home. I also got to share my love of Stephen Lynch with these fine gentlemen, which is always a double-plus bonus. I really think I should manifest more days like this for the future. :-)